Page 184 of Burn the Wild

For a long second, she’s speechless, then she scoffs. “You should take my daddy’s job. Help you with your career.” Her lip curls. “Or lack of one.”

There it is—the same spoiled Savannah, lashing out when she doesn’t get what she wants.

I shift, shaking my head. “Don’t need your help.”

“It’s a good offer.”

“I got good things here.”

“Like?”

As if on cue, the apartment door opens. My gaze travels up the steps. To Reese.

I grin, my eyes eating up her beauty. She makes every other woman irrelevant. Forgettable and that includes Savannah.

Long wavy hair, cowboy boots, and those short shorts that drive me wild. A tiny tank top clings to her, and my name gleams in gold around her neck. She looks like a dream. My dream girl.

“Sorry.” Reese’s steps are hesitant as she makes her way down the stairs, holding a bowl of kibble in her hand. She sends me a curious look. “I didn’t know anyone was here.”

Shoulders rigid, Savannah’s burning gaze travels from me to Reese.

Before Reese can head for Mouse’s bowl, I pull her into my side. “Savannah and I are just talking business,” I tell her, not wanting her to get the wrong impression. “She’s going now.”

Reese tenses. “You’re Savannah?”

Savannah’s jaw tightens, her teeth grinding together. “I am. And you?”

“Reese Austin. I’m sure you’ve heard of me.” The haughty brow, the ice-cold chill in her voice have me smothering a smile. My girl is ruthless.

Fuck, but I love it.

Savannah’s eyes go wide when she sees the necklace with my name.

“Whatever you’re offering, it won’t be enough.” I tuck Reese closer, making sure I’m crystal clear. No confusion. Not about what Reese means to me. “I’ve got everything I need right here.”

“I see.” Adjusting her purse on her shoulder, Savannah gives a quick nod. “I’ll be on my way then.”

At the garage door, Savannah turns back toward me. “Ford—”

But she doesn’t get to voice whatever she planned to say.

“He’s mine now,” Reese says, laying a protective hand on my chest. My mouth goes dry at the simple action. The love this girl’s shown me eclipses Savannah, any woman, by a country mile. “You had your chance.”

No malice or bitterness in her voice. Just plain fact.

Goddamn truth.

With that, Savannah disappears out the door and into the whipping wind. I dip my head, drawing Reese closer.

Like I said, dream girl.

“Don’t look,” Ford orders.

I giggle as he guides me, eyes closed, up a step and through a door. All I hear is country music and familiar whispers.

“Wyatt, you drop that cake, and I will murder you.”

A grumble. “Didn’t realize I was here with the party police.”

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